Thank you for your reivews of the first chapter.
Claire stretched in bed as the light from the sun travelled across her face. She felt relaxed and peaceful which was rare for her in the mornings. Normally the shouting of "Mommy!" or the jumping on the bed would pry her from her bed in the morning. What was she thinking taking him out of his crib at an early age. She sighed and reminded herself it was all about independence.
Her cell phone buzzed next to her and she read the text from Peter. We'll bring over some lunch for you and Ollie, see you in an hour.
An hour? She thought and looked at the clock to confirm the time. It was eleven in the morning. Why wasn't Ollie awake?
She bolted out of bed, having the sudden feeling that something was wrong. She ran into Ollie's room where her suspicions where confirmed. His bed was empty.
"Ollie?" She shouted, going down the hall, panic surging through her when there was no response. Every room was checked and there was no sign of him.
The tears started, the hyperventilating got worse as she approached his bedroom once more. Frantically pulling the sheets back, looking in his wardrobe then she suddenly stopped as her eyes fell upon the window. It was open.
She used all her strength to pull the window up more and look down. Nothing there.
She ran down out the apartment, all the way down the stairs in a flood of tears. Her heart racing even faster. There was no one on the stairs on the way down, as she ran about in her pyjamas and got the spot below Ollie's window.
There was nothing but a few broken branches from the tree next to it.
"Ollie!" She screamed, catching one of her neighbours attention.
"Claire?" Carla ran over to her. "Claire what's wrong?"
"It's Ollie! He's gone." Claire said frantically, falling into her arms in tears and Carla held her.
"We have to phone the police." Was the first thing Carla said and Claire froze.
"No!" She screamed to which Carla gave her a questioning look. "I mean, my friend, works in the force. I'll call him," She said bravely and ran back upstairs.
Of course she didn't phone Matt right away, she phoned Peter.
"Peter! Please, come now! It's Ollie! He's gone." She practically screamed over the phone and broke down. Sliding down against the wall.
Her baby boy was gone. And all she could ask was why?
"Claire!" Peter shouted through the door, banging on it hard and she opened it, falling into Peter's arms.
"He's gone Peter, he's gone." She panted into his chest. "Why?"
"Claire, listen to me!" He said, holding her at arms length trying to get her attention. "What happened? When did he go missing?"
Claire tried to take a breath, but found it difficult. So Peter lead her to the sofa and sat beside her. "Claire, please, try to remember."
"I went into his room this morning," She started, "And he was nowhere to be seen. His window was opened. I think he was kidnapped."
Peter let out a breath, both of worry and anger. "We'll find him Claire. Come on, it's us."
Claire nodded. "I need to phone Matt, get the search started."
"Go get dressed, I'll phone him." He said, and she nodded. She stood up slowly, as Peter took out his cell, frantically dialling and made her way to the bedroom. It was starting to sink in now, as she walked passed his bedroom. She needed to be brave, she would get him back. She would have to, she wouldn't be able to live without him.
"Hey Matt," Peter said over the phone and exhaled. "Listen, Ollie's went missing. Last night we think. Claire thinks he was taken in his sleep. Yeh, I'll see you soon, thanks."
He hung up the phone and looked at it going back in to the phone book. He scrolled all the way down to the G letter and hovered over the first name that appeared. Gabriel. Should he? He would be a great help. But he would need to ask Claire first and sighed, pressing the red button to cancel all together.
He got up and made his way to Ollie's room to start searching for clues all over the room. But he knew not to touch too much, it would disturb the scene. He needed Gabriel, at a touch he would know who was last in the room.
"Peter," Claire said getting his attention. "I need to phone my Dad, don't I?"
"Yeh, I think that would be for the best." Peter said and he put her arm around her, walking off.
Half an hour later both Matt and Noah were here. Claire had been crying in Noah's arms from the minute he turned up and he held her. Never let go.
Matt was in Ollie's room, looking around for some evidence with Peter wearily trying to discourage him from touching too much.
"Peter, I need to move things, I'm an officer, I know what I'm doing." Matt said, slightly annoyed.
"I know but," Peter said and Matt could read him.
"You're going to have to ask Claire if your going to phone him, you know they don't see eye to eye." Matt sighed.
"I know, but it's been four years. They may have not talked much since the carnival, but she knows everything about him now." Peter said, trying to reason. "He would be more than willing to help."
Matt nodded. "I'll stay in here, don't want to get caught with Noah pointing a gun to your head."
Peter flashed the lop slide smile at him and walked down the hall. He wished Noah wasn't here, it would probably make this a whole lot easier.
"Claire?" He said and she shot her head up. He saw her gripping onto Ollie's teddy bear. He was never without it. "I have an idea, you might not like it."
Claire looked over to him more intensely. "What is It?"
"I could get Gabriel to come over." He said and Noah looked at Peter
"You keep him away from her!" Noah growled. "I don't want that monster anywhere near here."
"I told you he is not monster!" Peter said back. "He has powers that could really help us. All he does these days is help people, you know that Noah."
"We don't need his help." Noah spat back.
Claire was looking at the floor by this point, knowing it was probably the best shot they would have of ever seeing Ollie again. "Yes we do."
"Claire, are you crazy? Do you not remember what that man did to you?" Noah asked.
"Yes, of course I remember!" Claire shouted. "But he could help."
"I could go call him now." Peter said and Claire nodded.
Once Peter made his way out the room, Noah turned back to her. "You are going to trust him to do this?"
"Dad, please, I just want Ollie back, and if that means getting Sylar involved, then I would do it in a heartbeat." She said and the tears started again. "I just want my baby boy back."